T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 21

"You didn't like it?" he says as you sit down next to him. You look at the bracelet in his hand, it looks tiny in his hand, definitely not able to fit around his wrist.

"No I love it." you say, placing the pizza box down on the table. "I was just angry and took it off."

Simon shifts his body to the side, now facing you. He takes each end of the bracelet and moves it toward your wrist. As he is about to connect the claps to one of the links, he stops. The clasp is broken, and the tiny bar used to keep it shut is gone.

"You must have been quite angry." he says. You look down, feeling stupid that you broke the bracelet.

"Don't worry, I'll get it fixed." Simon puts the bracelet in his front pocket, then you feel his hand behind your back and he grabs your arm, squeezing you.

The two of you sit together on the couch, eating and watching the TV. Well, Simon is watching the TV, and you are looking at him most of the time. There is something so surreal about seeing him, without his mask, looking like he could be any other person in the world.

"Are you going to stare at me until your pizza gets cold?"

You come to, having zoned out a bit as you were looking at him. You can hear him let out a short chuckle at your reaction. You take a slice of the pizza and start to eat it, trying to focus on the TV more this time.

After having finished five of the eight slices, Simon shifts back on the couch, then he lays down with his head on the armrest and legs behind you. His body is as long as the couch. You place your last, half-eaten, slice back into the box. You turn to Simon, he is looking at the TV, and you pull your legs up on the couch before spreading yourself over his body. You place your head on his chest and you can hear his heartbeat, slowly beating. He brings one of his hands behind his head, and the other one makes its way to your back, stroking it up and down. You feel yourself smile, happy to be with him again.

During one of the breaks in the show, Simon lifts his head slightly, landing a kiss on the top of your head. You look up at him and meet his eyes. He smiles at you before leaning in and giving you a second kiss, this one on your forehead. You feel yourself blushing, and you lay your head down again to cover your cheeks.

"You're cute." His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, nestling itself into your hair. He uses his grip to lift your head up and turn it toward his face, making you look at him. You blush even harder, probably with cheeks glowing bright pink. Simon gives you another kiss, this one is on your lips and you kiss him back. His kisses are warm and soft, careful and considerate.

Then you hear moaning coming from the TV and both of you look at it. Two of the participants in the show are having sex, and the girl is very loud, like fake levels kind of loud. You sigh.

"No one is that loud, sad to see that she has to fake it." you say, looking at their pretty basic intercourse.

"No one?" The raspy voice turns into a chuckle and you turn your head to look at Simon.

"Do I—?" And before you have a chance to finish your question he nods. You bury your face in his chest, humiliated, and he chuckles again.

Then you feel his hand leave the back of your neck and travel down to your ass, and he squeezes it, making you shift closer to him. As you look up and meet his eyes, you can see that familiar smug but also playful look on his face. You feel tingles in your chest and he then moves his other hand from the back of his head to your lower back, pulling you even closer. Simon starts to sit up and you spread your legs, allowing you to sit over his lap. He leans close to your neck and kisses you, his warm breath sends tingles down your spine.